"Blade?" His voice was stuck in his throat. Before him stood the girl he loved. She stared; her red orbs beyond vibrant, as her platinum hair drapped just below her shoulders, obviously grown out since he last saw her.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I love you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason of another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw u die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give of take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're u talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do u think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw u in that glass box! I watched u fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now u just toon up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. u were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that u aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; tonen off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need meer proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to toon she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned vooruit, voorwaarts and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning vooruit, voorwaarts her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I love you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason of another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw u die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give of take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're u talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do u think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw u in that glass box! I watched u fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now u just toon up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. u were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that u aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; tonen off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need meer proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to toon she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned vooruit, voorwaarts and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning vooruit, voorwaarts her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Daily Episode
dag Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static door geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student madeliefje, daisy Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if u read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins ster Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
dag Forty-Seven:
Static Shock Episode Six: "The New Kid"
Link: link
Summary: Virgil gets accepted into the Vanmoor Institute only to find out he is being used as a tool to capture Static door geniuses Mr. Specs and Mr. Trapper, both of whom work for Edwin Alva. However, Virgil gets a new friend and ally in his fellow student madeliefje, daisy Watkins.
Okay. Wow. I can even remember how many important characters and recurring characters are brought in today. Of course, this may seem familiar if u read the New 52 Static Shock series where Virgil joins ster Labs. Sorta similar, but still different. Enjoy and have a great day!!!
Daily Episode
dag Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who stal a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
dag Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who stal a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can u blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if u read it like you'd be singing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How u seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
u grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
zuur, zure notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s wieg swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old vrienden can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what u see
What is it u saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How u seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
u grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
zuur, zure notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s wieg swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old vrienden can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what u see
What is it u saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see